Dads gun

As some may have read around the first of October I lost my best hunting partner. My dad was 67 and battled liver cancer like a champ. He beat cancer the day he went to be with the Lord. I haven’t gun hunted in years and when my dad passed I got his ruger m77 2506. Normally I would have done like I have for years and carried my bow to the stand. Not this year. As I climbed into the shooting house this morning around day break I took time to pray and ask God that if it be his will that I harvest a buck this morning then let it be. The morning started real slow with only a young spike moving through the beans. I was responding to text messages and scrolling when I looked up and saw a doe bust across the beans. In behind her was the buck God had delivered to me. When he stopped at 85 yards I squeezed the trigger on dads gun. My heart was racing so fast and my emotions were about to get the best of me. He ran 50 yards before piling up. When I walked up on him it all hit me. I had harvested a trophy buck with my dads gun. I couldn’t believe how it had happened. I took a few minutes to think about my dad. How if he was still with us that would have been his deer. Just three weeks before he passed he asked me if I had him a spot picked out to hunt this year. I said that I sure did. That spot was the same spot I killed my deer this morning. I thank God so much for one more great memory of my dad. Sorry for the long post. My season is complete. Thank you dad for all you taught me in life and in the deer woods. I love you.